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Poems about Thoughts
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I want to walk into purity, / shedding this corruption. / / I want to spread my wings, / taking flight into the stars. / / I want to wrap myself in rain, / and walk alone for days. / / I want to do so many things…
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Her voice is pure; / she sings as angels would sing, / and yet she paints herself for sex. / / Such sentiments come pouring from her mouth
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Another mistaken sole / Falls to damnation / Why does it have to be? / That God loves us so much / Yet we make our own choice / And burn for eternity / / / Awaken a dream / And we will see / The truth in what is not / From light cr
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Hands held and sunsets shared / where have they all gone / paradise now a one-way street / lined with past golden experiences / Each loves adventure leaving me / a nugget cached in a secret place / happy memories captured in
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Ah what fun, to lie in the sun; / with nothing to do,except think or you. / How nice it is, warm and carefree; / I only wish you were here
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My life reminds me of my car / or vice versa / When my car was brand new / it seemed perfect. / I guess you could say the same / about my c
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If I could take the aching passage of time
and fill it with meaning,
even if it isn't mine --
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I lay here on this moonlit night / nestled among soft tufts of grass / on the side of a knoll / at the edge of a clearing / hidden amidst a small woodland / / I listen to a nearby brook / softly singing its melody / dancing across moss co
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What if we are completely wrong / And life is nothing that it seems? / All the theories we cannot prove / What says they are remotely close? / What if all our equations / Just fit it all by chance? / The same chance that / Could create the h
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Oh have you heard of Hon Printai, / The land of beasts and lore? / If never told this story bold, / Then you I shall not bore. / / (I) / I
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My entirety, / Hidden within this life's mask, / Never fully seen, / Until the day my soul flies, / Then will I truly exist.
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A youthful aspiration- / in the hand of a society, / stifled and confused- / by unethical propriety. / A once exuberant dream- / has been t
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I've written a variety of poems / one that even included an omen. / I've written poems that were happy. / I've written poems that were snappy. / I've written poems that were sad. / I've had a few I thought were bad. / I've written poems about
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Is it God, / Or Buddha, / Or Mohammed, / Or Muhammed, / Or Jesus, / Or Baal, / Or Yahweh, / Or Gaia, / Or Being, / Or Whatever, / Does it m
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Written for the one / who knows the meaning / knew the begining. / Life is like a game / everyone is playing / / The gameboard never / is the same / Rules that always / seem to change / almost enough to / drive you insane. / /
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To find you atop a petal, / suspended by fibers and veins / and lightness and color. / Oh, to see you so weightless / in such simplicity I would / pluck you from your perch / in the selfishness of always / and ask you for something / in m
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September was a somber month, / It lingered in the past. / Still hung the constant memory, / like a haunting ever last. / We braved the try
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I'd place you on a pedestal / if only you were mine. / / I'd place you on a pedestal / and treat you oh so fine. / / I'd place you on a p
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When parallel will interact, / and night shall become death, / I fouled my soul with endless thoughts. / Reflection will always lends itsel
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When someone walks beside you, sharing in your path. / You both try to protect each other from its frequent wrath. / But if you walk togeth
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Saying good bye, / to old habits past. / It's time to grow, / It's time to change. / / When that time comes, / Each person knows. / It's d
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My complacency tears away my progress. / Layer by layer I see it all, / Falling and disappearing from existence. / / Sine-like my life wo
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You think all Rednecks are stupid? / / You think they're reckless? / / Well, you haven't met me yet. / / I'm a pure bred, home grown Redneck. / / I'm a real nice person. / / Just don't get me angry. / / I fish, / / I use
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Glory fills my soul, / God's mercy and forgiveness, / The flame for my coal. / / As if floating up, / High upon the ethereal palm, / I fee
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Within me is a child trying to escape
A child who still plays let's pretend
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So tired of the struggle, I am exhausted from this fight… / There is more of an ease pushing others away, then in trying… / Residing in a l
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/ Fall brings the color brown to play / in the crisping / and the turning of green / reflections of the sun / adorning / summer’s try /
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who does this taking / the shaking of the tree / what keeps returning / and bending me / in times of moments / when I have bowed enough / /
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